Maybe?

His liking to fuck isn’t that big of a deal. So, I am kind of confused as to why he’s making it a big deal unless he has an overly large… big deal in his pants.

Scoffing again, I lean forward. “That’s your big secret?” I say and look around the dining room while trying to contain the small laugh wanting to come out of me.

He takes a deep breath and exhales, looking relieved. “Yes. That is my big secret.”

“That’s not that big of a deal,” I argue as curiosity runs through me. “I think the majority of people enjoy fucking. I haven’t had many relationships, but I like to fuck. It’s…”I pause again. “Why is this even a secret?”

“Because you’re not catching on.” He argues. “I like to fuck…a lot!”

Rubbing my fingers around my temple, like I’m annoyed and confused is showing him it’s not a big deal to me. But maybe I am the one missing something about his admittance.

“Some people like a lot of sex.” I say, only confirming to him I don’t find it to be a big deal.

“Cassie…” He pauses, stepping closer to me. “When you leave just think about what I’m saying. If this date turned into another date, I’d want you to be aware that if this eventually led to sex, it can be…a lot.”

“Wait!” I say as it finally dawns on me. “Are you an addict? Like what exactly do you mean by a lot?”

He nods his head up and down, finally producing a playful smile. “Now you’re catching on.”

 “I’m not necessarily an addict, but I like to ‘play’ with my women before fucking them. I like to pleasure you to the point that you can’t take much more and then we fuck. And after you’re worn out, I could simply fuck at least three to five more times that night…depending on how long we last each time.”

“Jesus Christ!” I yell, uncertain of my feelings as I still want to kiss him. “I’m not that girl! And I will never be that girl!”

“I’m not saying this is going to turn into a fuck-fest!” He argues, reaching out for my hand. “If this ever goes anywhere, we could just have a normal relationship, with me being needy more than I should. But if we went further and it turned into something more…I felt it was necessary to let you know these important details and if you felt you needed to, you could get out of this situation now if you wanted to.”

The look in his eyes is serious but sincere. He’s a good person. I hardly know this guy, but I already know from McKenzie he has a heart of gold. And I trust McKenzie.

The way he looks at me is like he wants to cover himself around me, keeping me protected but also only his. That is the only thing that scares me, is he’s admitting he’s possessive but not in a bad way. And if I wanted a serious long-term relationship, in a fucked-up way I would almost want possessive.

“I understand if you leave.” He softly says, keeping his eyes away from me.

“How many dates have you had…” I ask and pause as I realize that shouldn’t be the first question. “Let me correct myself. When was the last time you had a relationship and how many dates have you had since then?”

He’s fighting with himself, but he’s managing to return his eyes to me again. “Are you asking how many women I have slept with since my last relationship?”

“Yes!” I bluntly say, not even caring at this point. “How many women have you fucked?”

He produces a tiny laugh with his exhale. Almost like he’s enthused by my question. “That’s not really anyone’s business.” He argues.

“But it is!” I say, shaking my head and stepping away from his outstretched hand.

“My last relationship ended about four months ago.” He quickly admits stepping toward me again. “You’re the third date in four months. And every one of those girls wanted to sleep with me on the first night we had our dates.”

He exhales through his nose again, forcing his honesty out of him. “Out of all three, I slept with one and she was the last one before you. I thought maybe there was a spark between her and I and after sleeping with her I was wrong.”

I exhale a somewhat relieved breath, still not certain about any of this. His honesty has been the only thing keeping me here…and the fact that he makes me feel safe and comfortable.

“So why me?” I ask, hoping to pry everything out of this guy who now looks like he might be questioning if he still wants to try with me.

“Because. I have never frozen over another woman before. I have never felt that drop in my heart the way I felt it with you. I could move on if you left and never came back but damn it! You have something that draws me to you worse than any magnet!”

He lowers his head, looking away from me and looking defeated. “I understand if you leave and never come back.”

“So, you’re addicted to sex?” I say as I step closer to him. “But the last time you slept with anyone was?”

“A month ago.”

“So, the guy that claims he needs sex constantly hasn’t had any sex in a month? May I ask how you’ve held out that long…if you are as addicted as you say.”

“I’m a businessman, Cassie. I have control and patience. And to be honest, I’ve been busy too.”

I run my hand through my hair, flipping it back. “I think we’re not that far into a date to discuss our sex lives.”

He raises his head just a little. “You wanted the truth.”

My hands quickly slide up his neck, to his jaw and I guide his face toward mine. That wildfire inside of me feels like gas was just poured onto it as I press my lips to his.

My head spins as his warm lips invite me to want more. “Woah!” I say, quickly pulling away. “I got instantly lightheaded.”

“Do you want to lay down?” He questions, running his hands down the side of my body, purposely creating an invitation for me to want him.

I look up into his deep piercing, needy eyes. I lick the bottom of my lip, slowly guiding his lips back to mine.

“I’m not fucking you.” I softly whisper.  

He wraps his large hands around my waist, pulling me against him and slowly inclining. His warm and lemony breath brushes across my face, creating this desire inside of me, but I know to hold back…only a kiss.

He gently presses his lips against mine. The warmth, increased wetness, and sensual touch of his lips struck the match and lit that wildfire inside of me and I’m not sure how to control it.

His hands caress my back and waist as he gently slides his tongue against mine. My shoulders drop, relieving every ounce of tension from me.

I’ve been kissed. I’ve been fucked. But I’ve never felt an emotion like this, from one simple kiss in my entire life. Fuck any amount of money he has; this kiss is worth more than a million dollars.

A sexual shiver runs down my spine as I allow myself to press harder against his warm and inviting body. My desires have now turned into reality as the lemon taste slides across my tongue creating a magical and very sensual moment.

He gently slides his fingers into the band of my jeans, lightly sliding them against the lowest part of my back and the top part of my ass.

I have a sensitive spot that turns me on, and on one date, without trying to fuck him, he’s found it without much struggle. I don’t know why, but I’ve always had a thing for when guys slide their fingers and gently caress between the low part of my back and the top part of my ass.

The warmth of his lips wrapping around mine and the press of his tongue against mine has turned my sexual desire into a wildfire burning out of control and I don’t know if I want to stop it.

He slides his hands deeper into my pants, gripping my ass cheeks and pulling me up toward him. His fingers are very close to the inner part of my ass and close to my pussy, which is rapidly increasing in wetness.

My heart pounds harder and my stomach twirls. My face feels flushed, and my hands are tingling. I’m lost in time as he wraps his body around me like a comforting and warm blanket. Every press of his tongue against mine makes me crave him more and more.

I quickly press my hands against his chest, pushing away from him. “We have to stop!” I softly say with a shaky breath. “This is too…”

I quiver as he slides his hands out of the back of my pants. His piercing seductive-looking eyes burn into mine, and it’s so fucking obvious how badly he needs a release.

He’s going to have to find his own release. I’m not doing it. No matter how badly I want to rip his fucking pants off right now, I’m not that person.

“It’s fine.” He softly says. His deeper-than-normal voice sounds like sex to my ear.

Stepping back, I wipe my lips and glance toward his midsection. The ‘million-dollar’ kiss has created a very noticeable bulge in his pants and now I feel even more horrible.

That bulge in his pants is the risk anyone takes when kissing someone. Getting turned on during a kiss does NOT mean you have to fuck them.

“Is this goodbye?” He asks. His tone is curious and deep. “Or see you later?”

I inhale a deep breath and step back. “See you later.”